Well, we own a home now. For better or for worse.
I overall feel good about it. I think it was the right financial decision (mortgage interest rates still low, rents going way up in our area, uncertainty about inflation, not planning on changing jobs or moving far away anytime soon).
I am dreading home upkeep costs, and unlike most people I guess I am missing the gene where you are supposed to be excited about decorating your space.
(I am however somewhat excited to organize it and use this as a decluttering excuse, so I guess there is that).
The last few days have been a bit of an emotional roller coaster, and thus I have been a little quieter in this space. (I have also given myself a break when it comes to some of my usual routines- which means I slept more + didn’t get up to work out or post!).
I got some news about a friend leaving the medical profession which hit me HARD (she’s my age). I cried and spent a lot of time doubting my own choices, though eventually landed on the fact that my job is generally a positive factor in my life and also is part of a larger scale plan for our family. Aside from this, there have been some work-related stresses. And I just had way too many early + late meetings this week. Despite being tired, I woke up at 2:45 last night and basically tossed and turned until my alarm went off.
About to head out for a run in 55 degree weather which is somewhat thrilling. I will run past our house, because why not (it’s a mile from this house)!
The only (sort of) positive thing about this week has been that half of Josh’s cases have been cancelled due to the COVID surge so he’s been home more. Also I’m hearing rumors that maybe we’re hitting our peak already? Let’s hope.
Also, I guess “winter” is here. Never mind the highs of mid-70s/80 . . .